As soon as Diarmui finished speaking, he rotated the gun body with both hands, waving it into two phantoms, tearing apart the airflow, and his whole body suddenly exuded extremely condensed power.
Renn didn't reply at all. He held the magic knife in both hands, his black pupils were as cold as the water in a deep pool, and his breath was mixed with bloody murderous intent.
This is not a competition. If you can do it, don't talk nonsense.
Brother Brush looked at Renn attentively. The opponent's evil aura and free standing posture could only be honed by those who have been on the battlefield for a long time.
He immediately put away some of the sense of inconsistency caused by his class. Although it seemed very strange, he was extremely sure that this magician was very good at close combat.
"Although I have a lot of questions about you, it's obvious that you don't want to talk more, so I'll just ask, why do you have this ability to hide weapons?"
Diarmuid stared intensely at the ball of "air" in Ren's hand with an inquiring look on his face. This ability that seemed to be exactly the same as the King of Knights was what he was most curious about.
For this reason, he resisted asking him why, as a magician, he liked to fight with enemies with bayonets.
He didn't know the other person well, he only knew that with the attitude Wuming showed at this moment, he could at most answer one of his questions.
"It's hard to explain. I can only tell you that this is the Wind King's barrier. It's essentially a kind of magic. Okay, it's time for you to get on your way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, murderous intent rose into the sky.
Ren was wearing a silver knight armor, holding an invisible magic blade in his hand, and cracked the ground with his boots. He was surrounded by a whirlwind and launched a direct charge!
Lancer's eyes suddenly condensed, and he had no time to think about anything. The figure in front of him flickered, and he was already approaching, and the invisible blade whizzed towards him.
It's so fast, no slower than him as a spearman.
Lancer's heart trembled, and he immediately got rid of distracting thoughts. He stepped on his feet with tiny steps, raised his right hand and swiped the spear.
clang!
Just hearing the crisp sound of gold and iron, Lancer felt a tyrannical force coming from the invisible blade. The force was so strong that he took two steps back to stabilize his body.
Ren's B-level muscle strength, coupled with the impact caused by similar magic release skills, can stabilize the opponent's front line.
After just one collision, Diarmuid's arm felt a little numb and he knew that his strength was at a disadvantage.
Huh~
There was no extra time to think. In an instant, Renne was approaching like a ghost, and the sharp aura caused by the invisible magic sword made people shudder.
‘Soul Blade──Blood Slash’
Accompanied by a pungent smell of blood, the blade tore through the air, carrying a huge force, and suddenly struck down on the head!
Lancer's pupils shrank, and he raised Huang Qiangwei, the shorter gun, almost like a conditioned reflex, and hurriedly took a blow.
Clang!
Sparks shot out, and the powerful and heavy magic knife pressed down on Huang Qiangwei. Lancer's left arm sank down, and the invisible magic knife cut a bloody mark on his shoulder.
The next second, Lancer moved his right arm, and Red Rose's gun blade quickly slashed towards Ren's neck, but he blocked it with a wave of his hand, and the two of them passed each other.
Brother Brush glanced at the blood marks on his shoulder. He couldn't see the length of the knife clearly, and he was slightly injured.
However, he was not afraid. Just like dealing with the King of Knights, he would know after testing it a few times with the demon-breaking red rose.
He raised the red spear with his right hand and took the initiative to attack. The spear blade slashed horizontally and vertically as fast as lightning, tearing apart the atmosphere and colliding with the incoming invisible magic knife!
Clang Clang Clang!
Gold and iron clashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
As the whirlwind roared, the Wind King's barrier dissipated, and the magic sword revealed its blue-purple blade, which kept fighting with the red rose!
Diarmuid's eyes lit up, and he roughly knew the size of the knife, but before he could be happy, the opponent's knife skills suddenly changed.
‘Soul Blade──Killing Shadows’
The cold light suddenly rose, Ren's knife slashed through the void, and three bright knife lights suddenly appeared in the night!
This──
Brother Brush's breath was stagnant, and he raised his two spears in the flash of lightning to block the two sword rays. In the next second, he tilted his body as hard as he could and turned sideways in embarrassment.
Tsk~
The tip of the knife scratched across, and a beautiful blood flower bloomed. Diarmuid glanced at the deep bone-visible scar on his chest, and there was still shock in his eyes.
"What a terrifying sword skill, Caster. This must be a multi-dimensional twisting phenomenon. It's really an inhuman skill."
Brother Brush held back the pain, his tone was full of praise, and his eyes were fixed on Renn. If he hadn't escaped quickly just now, he would have been cut in half!
Although he had caught a glimpse of it on Warehouse Street, Ren's back was turned to him at that time. He thought that the opponent was just swinging the sword fast enough, but he never expected that it would be slashed at the same time.
"It's embarrassing. Your spear skills are not bad. Among the people I know, you can rank second." Ren's expression was indifferent, and he clenched the magic knife again with both hands.
Diarmuid's marksmanship was very impressive, and in his impression, only Carlos, the "gun ghost" in the steam world, was obviously better than him.
The rest are at most similar to each other.
"Really? Your sword skills are an eye-opener for me, the only one I've ever seen in my life! But you are actually Caster. I even wonder if the Holy Grail is broken!"
Diarmuid smiled slightly, clenched his guns, and the burning desire to fight burned in his chest. Even though he was seriously injured, he still showed no sign of decline.
He was not surprised that there were people who were better with guns than him. What he was best at was actually swordsmanship.
Although he was a little curious about which hero Wu Ming said had better spear skills than him, he didn't ask.
Because the other party is not a talkative person at all, at this moment, he has already drawn his sword and rushed towards him again!
Renn: The Holy Grail is broken, you know too much!
………
"What just happened?" In the nearby building, Irisviel rubbed her sore eyelids.
Jiuyu Maiya shook her head, she didn't see clearly either.
Saber on the side took a deep breath, with a shocked look on her face:
"The sword technique that has reached the realm of magic, cuts out with one sword, and changes in three directions at the same time, used to break through the defense."
This move is similar to the secret sword of Sasaki Kojiro, the gatekeeper swordsman in the fifth battle - "Swallow Return", but Renn will not kill Feiyan, so it is different.
The difference is that "Yan Hui" cuts out a sealed space with three swords and attacks a certain point to form a decisive blow. "Shadow Killing" cuts in three directions at the same time, which is unpredictable and specially used to break through the enemy's defense.
In the steam world, Ren could slash four swords at the same time with this move, but here he only had three swords. His swordsmanship level had not declined. This was a natural difference in different worlds.
This world undoubtedly has limitations for this kind of skill that involves the distortion of time and space.
………
In the abandoned factory, Ren and Diarmuid continued to fight, and the battle became fierce.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang──
Accompanied by a wail that sounded like the air was shattered, the two spears and the magic knife erupted with a terrifying sound during the collision, and the shock wave quickly rushed in all directions!
The more he fights Diarmuid, the more frightened he becomes. Wuming's swordsmanship is superb, and his attack and defense are integrated. Every move is filled with awe-inspiring murderous intent, and his moves have almost no flaws.
The scariest thing is his condition.
No matter how fierce and domineering his sword skills were and his aura was astonishing, his eyes were still as clear and calm as a mirror, as if they contained no emotion.
Clang clang clang!
The clash of weapons never stopped, sparks continued to fly, the light of guns and swords criss-crossed, and the flow of magic set off was destroying and trampling in this abandoned factory unscrupulously...
It has only been two minutes since Ren and Lancer fought each other, but in such a short period of time, the two have already fought hundreds of times!
The two figures were tangled together, moving around like ghosts. They could only be distinguished by the weapons that flashed away between attacks.
laugh!
The sword flashed across, and another blood flower appeared. Diarmuid stepped back repeatedly, and a knife mark appeared on his arm again.
By now, he had been hit by the opponent five times, and his grass-green uniform was dyed red with blood. Except for the knife on his chest, the rest were only minor injuries.
However, this rather serious injury caused Diarmuid's dodge movements and spear skills to become slightly uncoordinated. He was suppressed by Ren's sword skills and was constantly bleeding.
After this blow, the two sides once again distanced themselves.
Diarmuid took the opportunity to take a few breaths and stared at the almost unscathed enemy on the opposite side: "It's amazing, there are no flaws in his mental and physical skills!"
This kind of person is actually a magician, it's really stupid.
"You're not bad either!"
Ren was holding the magic sword with a very cold expression. He rarely talked nonsense in battle, and he was completely different from his usual self.
Unlike the rather embarrassed Brother Brush, there were only a few scars left by Yellow Rose on his silver-white knight armor, but he was not injured.
Although the yellow spear has a curse effect, it does not have the demon-breaking ability of the red rose. It can be defended by the knight's armor. As for the red spear's stabs, it is all blocked by him.
"Lancer, it seems that he has been suppressed." Inside the building, Irisviel said, still very shocked.
This is something Saber has never been able to do, and the other person is a magician.
Maiya nodded. The two sides fought so fast that it was difficult for her to see the battle clearly. However, Diarmuid kept retreating and there were obvious blood stains on his body.
Saber was excited, her blood was boiling, and her green eyes couldn't hide the excitement. At this moment, she really wanted to replace one of them and compete with the other.
But soon, she sighed, her eyes a little complicated:
"I have to admit that that guy's sword skills are much better than Lancer's marksmanship. If the fight continues like this, the injuries will continue to accumulate, and Lancer will definitely lose."
Arturia didn't know what she was feeling at the moment, but she knew that if she faced Wuming in this state, she would be suppressed mercilessly.
In the battlefield, the fighting continues.
The extremely high agility of both sides meant that after the battle broke out, their movements could not be judged with the naked eye, and the violent winds continued continuously!
The whole process was like a battle between illusory and disembodied shadows. Only the brief pause when the weapons of both sides collided allowed people to see the fleeting figures of the two men clearly.
But Lancer's proud martial arts skills have been suppressed. He can't find a single flaw in the enemy's body. No matter how he slashes and stabs with his spear blade, he is blocked one by one.
But Diarmuid's fighting spirit was even higher than before.
But the same is true for Renn. He seems to be tireless, and his offensive is like a tide without any stagnation.
His A-level durability and physical strength are better than those of a spearman. Even if Brother Brush is exhausted, he can only take a few breaths.
Lancer had gone all out, and the high-intensity battle made all the muscles in his body seem to scream.
But he was still firmly suppressed by Rennes, and there was no hope of a comeback.
A clear understanding arose in Diarmuid's heart that he needed to give it a try. Such a powerful enemy was worth all his efforts!
He has forgotten that the person opposite is a mage. This guy is actually a Caster? Don't be kidding!
The Holy Grail must have been broken! He had never encountered such superb sword skills even in his lifetime.
Realizing his situation, Diarmuid took a deep breath, suppressed his distracting thoughts, and the veins in the arm holding the gun were pulsing.
But before he could take any action, something strange happened.
"Aroundight (Undestructible Lake Light)!"
Ren recited the magic sword's true name softly, his aura surged, and all his abilities increased by one level.
‘We can’t go on like this, otherwise we will definitely lose.’
The pressure increased suddenly. Brother Brush couldn't care too much and chose to take the initiative, almost giving up defense!
He approached Ren in an instant, and the red spear that was as fast as thunder roared through the night sky and pierced his heart.
laugh!
The tip of the spear pierced Ren's body in one fell swoop, but the success made Diarmuid horrified.
‘Spell─Starry Sky Reflection’
Ren, who was stabbed, grinned, his figure blurred and twisted like smoke, and then immediately split into three, slashing at Diarmuid with knives from all directions!
There was a warning sign in Lancer's heart, and the strength of his arms almost exceeded his own limit. He raised his spear and pierced the two fake bodies with both spears, but he was still a beat too slow.
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Ren's real body's eyes were cold, and the magic sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. Taking advantage of the moment when the spearman returned to defense, he revealed his gap and slashed towards Diarmuid's neck!
At the critical moment of life and death, Brother Brush's pupils shrank for a while, and the two spears had already been thrust out. At this time, there was no possibility of a return of defense. He only had time to tilt his head.
puff!
The sword flashed and blood surged out.
Lancer's right arm was cut off at shoulder level! The demon-breaking red rose in his right hand fell to the ground with a clang. This time, the Lancer was already in a desperate situation.
"Was that magic just now? Ahem...I'm sorry, I asked a strange question, and I almost forgot that you are a Caster."
Lancer quickly shook his head, glanced at his bloody shoulder, and held Huang Qiangwei with his remaining left arm.
He wanted to curse him, but he had just decided that the other party was not a mage, so he used magic.
"Aren't you going to surrender after this? Are you planning to continue fighting?" Ren asked as he held the magic knife.
Diarmuid suddenly laughed, with no fear on his face. He pointed the tip of his gun at Ren and said loudly:
"Haha, this is impossible! How can there be any knight who surrenders! Wu Ming, right? I don't know which heroic spirit you are, but your power makes my blood boil.
I have a lot of fun today, come and chop off my head, Diarmuid, and use my blood to embellish your honor! But be careful, don’t be killed by me!”
Although he was seriously injured, Diarmuid had a cheerful smile on his face. He suppressed all his fatigue, and his whole body was as indestructible as an unsheathed divine sword.
"Come and fight! A showdown of life and death!"
Diarmuid's eyes flashed with a frightening look, his body trembled slightly, and his blood was already boiling.
"Okay! Let's fight!!" Ren's eyes were filled with blue light, he also shouted and charged with a knife.
boom!
The next moment, the boiling fighting spirit of both sides almost shook the entire battlefield, and the ground trembled.
Clang Clang Clang!
The magic spear and the magic knife collided almost crazily, sparks kept sputtering, and the deafening roar never stopped, and no one could be seen at all!
The air was roughly cut and shredded, creating substantial wind blade turbulence, cutting mottled and staggered dents into the surrounding ground, and plowing out ravines!
Wait until the figures of both sides pass each other.
Diarmuid's body was already dripping with blood, with blood oozing from horrific stab wounds, but his eyes were brighter than ever before.
His eyes were sharp and he slowly raised Huang Qiangwei with his left hand.
The next moment, he forgot about his fatigue, suppressed his pain, and put aside his worries about his Master. He threw all life and death, victory, defeat, honor and disgrace behind him, and only saw the enemy in front of him.
"kill!"
Lancer roared angrily, and the sharp spear point suddenly thrust out, pointing directly at Ren's chest. The speed was as fast as a bolt of lightning, and the power was as strong as the discharge of a cannon!
"kill!"
Ren also shouted loudly, and the energy of the stars in his body was released like a tsunami. He responded with attack, crushing him back with a stronger attack.
boom!!
The roar resounded through the sky, the air waves surged wildly, and the magic power tore through the atmosphere in an instant. The knife and the gun collided, the two men's bodies trembled, and the weapons were swung away almost at the same time.
It's now!
Diarmuid's eyes glowed with astonishing energy, ignoring the whine of his muscles. He shook his arm, squeezed out the last bit of strength, and moved the spear back instantly!
He rushed forward at the expense of his body, almost as a man and a gun, and stabbed Ren's neck with one shot. The speed was too fast, the afterimage flashed, and there was a sonic boom in an instant!
Every inch is longer and every inch is stronger.
At this distance, his spear must hit the opponent first. Even if he may be decapitated with a knife in the end, he can still severely injure the opponent, and even die together with the opponent!
This is his decisive blow.
Diarmuid made this action without thinking about it. Only then did Diarmuid look at Ren, and then he realized that the opponent's palm had already been released.
Why?
Before the shocked expression appeared, the invisible magic knife was still falling.
In Diarmuid's eyes mixed with a hint of confusion, magic power surged, and a dark golden spear condensed into shape instantly, and was held in Ren's hand!
'Spear of the Soul──Breaking the Army!'
Bloody murderous intent swept across the world, like thousands of horses galloping, accompanied by the majestic evil spirit that materialized. After Ren's spear was thrust out, the sound of wind and thunder exploded!
It was faster, more decisive, and more fierce and domineering than Lancer's shot! The gun of destruction flashed across like a thunder, and instantly pierced Diarmuid's gun-holding left arm.
puff!
Blood spattered and Diarmuid's left arm was torn apart instantly!
The dark golden spear passed through his severed arm and continued unabated. It cut across the ground like a drill, tearing up countless gravel and sand along the way, and finally sank completely into the ground!
At this time, the ground began to tremble violently. Diarmuid sat down on the ground with shock remaining in his eyes.
After a moment, Lancer, who was covered in bruises and had both arms broken, came back to his senses. Covered in blood, he watched Ren pick up his guns and sighed.
He lost, completely.
Not only can he use a knife, but he can also play with a gun and combine it with magic. How can the knights fight with a mage like this?
Diarmuid has no doubt that in this Holy Grail War, no one can defeat this magician in close combat.
Although he was tricked due to his inferior intelligence, he was defeated head-on. Diarmuid did not feel any unwillingness or dissatisfaction, but felt contented.
Just like he once tricked Saber, these are all upright methods, and they are not sneak attacks, assassinations or poisoning. There is nothing to say that his skills are inferior to others.
"Amazing, a very amazing shot." Diarmuid knew he was going to die, but he didn't care.
He was still thinking about the battle just now.
Ren picked up the demon-breaking red rose and the inevitable yellow rose, silently recited an analysis, and then looked at Diarmuid:
"The glorious appearance has come to an end like this. Is there any dissatisfaction?"
